Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
09.Apr.13, 03:48 PM
Bordtai had jumped as Klah went flying across the space between them when N’kal let out a bit of laughter at the small boy’s words. As huge and savage looking as the bronze rider was, to see a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips was… contagious. Even if Bordtai had been mad at the world, he couldn’t have kept his lips from forming a lopsided grin at the loss of the Klah.
Standing when directed, he’d set his own cup of Klah in his chair for safety before craning his neck back to look up at the giant of a man and listen to his words – his words of promises that he’d grow yet and maybe even thicken out a bit. His lopsided smile up at the man faltered when the bronze touched his mind to share the memory and for a moment Bordtai’s hazel eyes lost focus as he looked at the picture not truly in front of him.
The picture was the last he’d ever expected to see of the man before him. Beaten and broken with his dragon, a dragon that was too once a little thing that had grown so large. There was a new respect in his eyes when they refocused on the man who’d reseated himself.
“I didn’t realize a dragon could change a person so much.” He said as followed the older man’s example, picking back up his cup and sitting down again, though this time a little straighter as he sat a little closer to the edge of the chair. He was eager to hear the man’s story. Eager to hear it and feed it into his own dreams of someday being a dragonrider. “What was it like? Out on the hatching sands?”
Standing when directed, he’d set his own cup of Klah in his chair for safety before craning his neck back to look up at the giant of a man and listen to his words – his words of promises that he’d grow yet and maybe even thicken out a bit. His lopsided smile up at the man faltered when the bronze touched his mind to share the memory and for a moment Bordtai’s hazel eyes lost focus as he looked at the picture not truly in front of him.
The picture was the last he’d ever expected to see of the man before him. Beaten and broken with his dragon, a dragon that was too once a little thing that had grown so large. There was a new respect in his eyes when they refocused on the man who’d reseated himself.
“I didn’t realize a dragon could change a person so much.” He said as followed the older man’s example, picking back up his cup and sitting down again, though this time a little straighter as he sat a little closer to the edge of the chair. He was eager to hear the man’s story. Eager to hear it and feed it into his own dreams of someday being a dragonrider. “What was it like? Out on the hatching sands?”
